Chapter 1793: Chapter 1792: Once Again, Sima Xiaowen Lost!
Liu Ling quietly stepped back two steps, flicking her fingers to set up a barrier in the room to prevent anything unexpected and allow for timely intervention.
Time slowly passed, Chu Chengfeng sat cross-legged on the bed without moving.
At this moment, his face was still pale, but the sweat on his forehead was less than before. It was clear he had successfully suppressed something, and his eyes were closed, seemingly unaware that someone had entered his bedroom.
Liu Ling was the same, not speaking, only focused on watching Chu Chengfeng. His handsome face was as it always was, yet there was a subtle difference between his brows.
She clearly remembered that Mo Li’s return from Nirvana was usually without much change, but this time the change was indeed significant.
For this change, Liu Ling was not pleased at all.
In fact, there was a feeling of unease.
Although in the Phoenix Clan, men and women are equal, she never thought Mo Li was her world, nor that she would live a life worse than death if she left him, but feelings were there, and Mo Li was indeed important to her.
Some things were done and couldn’t be undone, like a drawn bow, there is no turning back.
She always acted in Mo Li’s best interest, even if he were to find out the truth later, he wouldn’t blame her.
That’s why she never imagined her relationship with Mo Li would become distant, yet now they were so near yet felt miles apart.
Liu Ling’s expression gradually turned gloomy, and at this moment, seeing Chu Chengfeng’s eyelashes twitch, seemingly about to open, she hurriedly stepped forward, only to find Chu Chengfeng still had his eyes closed.
Clearly, he was still engaged in something, and Liu Ling dared not delve into it.
She worried that if she interfered, Chu Chengfeng might suffer a cultivation deviation.
And just at this moment, she saw Chu Chengfeng’s closed lips move, almost like murmuring, in such a light voice that if it weren’t for someone like Liu Ling from the Mystic Sect, it would be inaudible — but Liu Ling indeed heard it.
"Xiao Wen, fireworks."
These four words, though spoken slowly and faintly, were clear, like a thunderbolt striking Liu Ling’s ears, which was somewhat exaggerated, but it indeed stirred a wave of anger in her heart.
Only four words, yet they unveiled a lot of information.
Xiao Wen naturally referred to Sima Xiaowen. Could it mean he was taking Xiaowen to see fireworks? What other explanation could there be?
At that moment, Liu Ling really wanted to punch something; she clenched her fist tightly, holding back her anger for quite a while before placing her hand behind her back.
Before this, she always carried a sentiment of sympathy, pity, and a hidden schadenfreude towards Sima Xiaowen.
Because only she knew what had transpired between the three of them in the distant past.
So when Chu Chengfeng found her and described his involvement with Sima Xiaowen devoid of emotion, she was shocked yet pleasantly surprised to discover that once again, Sima Xiaowen had lost!
In front of Liu Ling, Sima Xiaowen was a perpetual loser!
Time and again, this woman never learned her lesson, but this was due to her forgetting that past; otherwise, given Sima Xiaowen’s pride, there wouldn’t be any involvement with Chu Chengfeng.
But what did involvement matter when she was ultimately abandoned!
Don’t be fooled by Sima Xiaowen’s disguise, thinking others couldn’t see her sadness and despair; Liu Ling saw it clearly, glad she retained those memories and naturally understood Sima Xiaowen.
But because her father, Elder Sima, was involved, some things couldn’t be pushed too far, so she buried those thoughts, leading others to believe she and Sima Xiaowen maintained peace like water from wells, and they were pleased by their seemingly calm relationship.
But who really understood her heart?
Indeed, she looked at Sima Xiaowen with a mocking gaze.
She felt she was quite benevolent by not striking Sima Xiaowen when she was down.
No matter the future, at least for now, Mo Li was still hers.
In this regard, Sima Xiaowen would forever be out of reach.
But now, she heard these four words from Chu Chengfeng’s lips.
Connecting them with his sudden change of complexion and his hasty departure, it wasn’t hard to deduce he must have remembered something.
Liu Ling’s gaze turned somewhat venomous; she walked forward step by step, clearly seeing a golden flame curling atop Chu Chengfeng’s head.
This was his lifeblood flame, a mark of his position as the Clan Leader of the Phoenix Clan, exclusive to him alone.
Others, both in the Phoenix Clan and the Phoenix Clan, could only conjure red flames.
And at this moment, that golden flame was pulsing above his head.
Liu Ling knew that Chu Chengfeng had summoned his lifeblood flame to suppress something deep within.
It could be imagined it came from a fragment of Chu Chengfeng’s divine sense from the past, which apparently hadn’t completely disappeared.
What should she do?
Stay here guarding or turn around and leave?
She really didn’t want to hear the words Xiao Wen from Chu Chengfeng’s mouth again; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from confronting Sima Xiaowen.
And at that moment, Chu Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes, initially filled with confusion and profound despair, gradually focusing sharply to clarity. Upon seeing Liu Ling standing not far away, his brows slightly moved, but he remained silent.
Liu Ling concealed the thousands of thoughts in her eyes, walking forward with a bright smile, "What were you doing? You seemed drenched in sweat, it looked like you were improving your cultivation level, yet not quite. I didn’t dare intervene, but I set up a barrier here, so no one overhears."
Chu Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, his voice hoarse, "Ling Ling, did you notice anything unusual about me earlier?"
"...Nothing unusual, just a lot of sweat on your forehead, though it improved afterward."
"Did you hear anything I said?"
Chu Chengfeng couldn’t help but probe.
Liu Ling tightly clutched her hands, nails digging into her palms, feeling a slight sting, then gradually relaxed. When did she and Mo Li become like this, probing each other with every word?
Yet she still smiled brightly, "Mo Li, no, you didn’t say anything!"
Chu Chengfeng gazed doubtfully at Liu Ling, scrutinizing her expression, seemingly wanting to verify her words’ truth. After a brief moment, he shifted his gaze, a bitter smile at his lips, when did he and Ling Ling come to this?
